Sir, Dmitry, Hayes. All those words came out her mouth. But the ones that stuck most were the last ones she said. “Please. I need you.”
I need you. It was the plea she’d made on the phone so many times when she’d get too turned on to edit herself, but the one he’d never been able to satisfy. The one that had made him ache for her. The one that had made him feel the most helpless.
He wasn’t helpless anymore. He could answer her.
He stepped forward, Ren automatically backing off, and he nudged her legs wider with his foot. Then he took her wrists in his hands, pinned her to the bed like he knew she craved, and sank inside her.
Cora cried out and her neck arched, but Hayes barely heard it because the reactions in his own body were too loud to be drowned out. Her heat surrounded him, already tightening like a fist, and the indescribable feeling of being sheathed fully inside her made his brain shut down. He was no longer thinking about everything that had led him to this moment. Or worrying about the risk. Or thinking about anything at all. All that was left was feeling and the utter need to fuck this woman and make both their worlds crack in two.
He let go of her hands, and Ren took over pinning her down as Hayes grabbed her hips and dragged her back onto his cock, lost in the sounds she was making and the sensations moving through him. “Yes, God. Cora.”
Cora responded in kind, her voice catching high in her throat with every gasp, every thrust of his hips, and soon he didn’t trust his legs. He told Ren to release her and he helped her fully onto the bed before flipping her over. Her eyes were dazed when she blinked up at him, drunk on lust and full of desire. Perfect. “Still with me, L?”
He knew that wasn’t her name, but somehow the endearment felt right in the moment. It was the name of his sub. When she was like this with him, she was L. And the way she smiled at the mention made something turn over in his chest. She reached up and dragged her fingertips over his stubble, almost in wonder. “I’m so very with you.”
“Beautiful.” He bent to kiss her and then he guided her legs over his shoulders, trapped her arms above her head, and thrust into her, sinking as deep as their bodies would allow.
“Touch her, Ren,” he said between panted breaths. “Show her what it’s like to have us both.”
Ren didn’t hesitate. He moved next to them and let his hands roam over her, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She arched her back at that and her inner muscles gripped Hayes hard.
“She likes that,” Hayes ground out.
Ren lowered his head and put his mouth where his hands had been, sucking and nipping her flesh until Cora was making noises he’d never heard her make before. Ren’s hand reached down and grasped his own cock, jerking roughly.
The sight of Ren, the feel of Cora, and the sounds they were all making coalesced into one swirling cloud of sensation, and Hayes felt his control slipping. He’d had a lot of sex before everything went down. He’d done a lot of kink. But he knew enough to recognize when things were different, when things mattered.
There was nothing clinical or structured or neat about this. This was not a scene at The Ranch where they’d all walk away unscathed later. This was dangerous.
This was new.
But he couldn’t find it in himself to be scared.
He reached between his and Cora’s body, finding where she needed to be touched the most, and he pumped deep. He could sense her orgasm building in the squeeze of her body and the quickness of her breath, the dam about to burst.
“Come for me, L.”
As if she’d been waiting for just those words, she cried out and he went over with her, taking everything she offered and riding her hard, leaving bruises on her and marks on him. Marks that couldn’t be seen but wouldn’t be erased. And when Ren bowed up, cried out, and came all over Cora’s bared breasts, Hayes had no thoughts left in his head.
This was what bliss felt like.
This was what it felt like to be alive again.
And these two people had brought him there.
There were no words, so he didn’t speak any. He slid out of Cora, disposed of the condom, and then they all collapsed into a messy heap on the bed, breathing hard and sweating and floating down from the high.
And then right when all got quiet, when awkwardness could’ve crept in, there was laughter.
He didn’t know who started it—probably Cora—but once it started, they all caught the bug. So they lay there, exhausted and naked and covered in questionable fluids, laughing the laugh of the delirious.
Because they all knew. It was impossible not to feel it.
They’d just found something none of them had ever had.
And no one had any idea what to do with it.
TWENTY-FOUR